Chapter 1889

The dagger was razor-sharp, its blade reflective enough to show a clear image of one's face. Without hesitation, the mother and son each took one of the pills and swallowed them. After taking the pills, they didn't feel anything unusual. Cyril began to entertain hopeful thoughts. "Manfred, is this some kind of tonic? Did you see how weak we are and decide to help us regain our strength?" Manfred turned his gaze toward the doorway. Two maids standing there stepped inside. "Mr. Atkinson," they greeted. "Escort them out of Vlario," Manfred ordered coldly. "Yes, sir." When they heard this, Zea and her son were filled with disbelief. Could it be that he was letting them go? Manfred was actually letting them go! "Alright, alright! We'll leave right away. Don't worry, you'll never see us again, and we'll never return to Vlario. We won't remind you of anything unpleasant—rest assured!" Zea stumbled to her feet, speaking in a fawning tone. Of course, her words were meant solely to pl